O Thou, in all Thy might so far,
In all Thy love so near,
Beyond the range of sun and star,
And yet beside us here.
What heart can comprehend Thy name,
Or, searching, find Thee out,
Who art within, a quickening Flame,
A Presence round about.
Yet though I know Thee but in part,
I ask not, Lord, for more;
Enough for me to know Thou art,
To love Thee and adore.
And dearer than all things I know
Is childlike faith to me,
That makes the darkest way I go
An open path to Thee.